'It shouldn't be that hard to do, she thinks, because he's already got a bad reputation. People are ready to believe the worst about him. They'll believe he would kill a jumper who wouldn't bring top dollar. Insurance fraud? He's done it before and gotten away with it.
'His groom disappears. He's the last person to see her. Turns out she's been kidnapped. And when she gets away, who does she name as one of her abductors? Don Jade.
'Surely, Paris thinks, now Trey will dump him. Jade will be in prison soon, at any rate. And she'll become queen of Lucky Dog Farm.'
'That's not a very funny story,' Trey said. He put his cigarette out on the cast stone railing and flicked the butt out into the night.
'No. It isn't. And it's not going to have a happy ending either,' I said. 'Did you think that it would?'
'You know me, Ellie. I try not to think. I'm just a Dixie cup on the sea of life.'
He sniffed and rubbed his face again. A round patio table squatted like a mushroom in front of an open set of French doors that led into a dark room. A dozen candles burning on the table spilled their light over a glass tray of cocaine that had been cut into lines. Near the tray lay a.32 caliber Beretta pistol.
'What's the gun for, Trey?' I asked, reassured by the weight of my own weapon-even if it was in the wrong hand.
'Rats,' he said, digging another cigarette out of his pocket. He flicked a lighter and took a drag, exhaling into the night sky. 'Maybe a little Russian roulette later.'
'That'll be a very short game,' I said. 'That's an automatic weapon.'
He smiled and shrugged. 'The story of my life: stuck in a rigged game.'
'Yeah, you've got it hard. How much did you inherit when Sallie died? Eighty million? A hundred?'
'With a string attached to every one,' he said.
'They don't seem to be holding you back from spending.'
'No.'
He turned and looked out at the property, nothing to see but a patchwork in varying shades of black.
'Why did you bail Jade out, Trey? Why did you get him Shapiro?' I asked, moving to stand down the railing from him.
He flashed a smile. 'Because your father was unavailable.'
'You've never been more loyal than a tomcat your whole life. Why stick by Don Jade?'
'He made me what I am today,' he said with another crooked smile.
'He killed Sallie, didn't he?' I said. 'You were with Michael Berne's wife, fucking your alibi, and Jade was at the house, hiding in the shadows… And now you can't walk away.'
'Why would I walk away from all this?' he asked, spreading his arms wide. The cigarette bounced on his lip. 'I'm king of the world!'
'No, Trey,' I said. 'You were right the first time. You're the sad clown. You had it all. And you're going to end up with nothing.'
'You know a little something about that, don't you, Ellie?' he said.
'I know all about it. But I'm climbing out of that hole, Trey, and you're going to end up buried in it.'
I pulled my phone off the pocket of my jeans and tried to dial Landry's number, my right hand awkward, still half-numb and under the numbness a hot, throbbing pain waiting to come fully to life. Landry needed to know Trey had been expecting Paris. She had probably thought to come to him for a car the cops wouldn't be on the lookout for. Perhaps she thought to come to him for money to live on in Europe. Or perhaps she would try to convince Trey to go with her. Wealthy fugitives on the lam in Europe's glamour capitals.
I took a couple of steps back from Trey, switching hands with phone and gun, my eyes on him, the pathetic playboy, Peter Pan corrupted utterly by time and self-indulgence.
Landry's line was ringing as Paris Montgomery came out of the darkness beyond the open French doors. Without hesitation, she scooped the Beretta off the patio table and pointed it right at my face.
53
We manage a lot of properties, Detective,' Bruce Seabright said. 'I have nothing to do with most of them.'
'I only care about what you have to do with this one,' Landry said.
They stood in Seabright's home office. Seabright turned around in a circle and heaved a sigh up at the ceiling. 'I don't have anything to do with it!'
'We both know that's not true.'
'I don't know where that videotape came from,' he said. 'Someone planted it.'
'Yeah, right. You stick with that story. I'm asking you about the property in Loxahatchee.'
'I have an attorney,' Seabright said. 'Talk to him.'
'This is an unrelated line of questioning.'
'And I told you, I don't have anything to do with the rental property.'
'You expect me to believe that someone involved in Erin's kidnapping just happened to rent that property from your company? The same way these people you sent Erin to for a job just happened to turn out to be killers and rapists and Christ knows what all.'
'I don't care what you believe,' Seabright said, reaching for his phone. 'I had nothing to do with any of this, nor did my son. Now get out of my office or I'm filing harassment charges.'
'File it up your ass, Seabright,' Landry said. 'You and your rotten kid are both going to jail. I'll see to it personally.'
Landry left the office, thinking he just wanted to drive the lot of these people out to Lion Country Safari and dump them inside the pen with the big cats.
Krystal Seabright was standing in the hall a few feet from the office door. For once, she didn't look stoned, but stricken. She held a hand out to stop him from passing her, her mouth opening to form words that didn't come out.
'Can I help you, Mrs. Seabright?'
'I did it,' she said.
'I'm sorry?'
'That woman came to me, to my office. I rented her that property. I remember her name. Paris. I've always wanted to visit Paris.'
She didn't know quite how she should be reacting to the news, Landry thought. With guilt? With shock? With outrage?
'How did she happen to come to you?' he asked.
'She told me a friend sent her.' Tears shone in her eyes. She shook her head and looked toward her husband's office. 'Was it him? Do you think it was him?'
'I don't know, Mrs. Seabright,' Landry confessed. 'I guess you have to ask him.'
'I guess I do,' she murmured, staring at the office door. 'I have to do something.'
Landry left her there in the hall, glad he was just a cop. He could walk away from this mess when it was over. Krystal Seabright wouldn't be so lucky.
54
I stared at the barrel of the gun in Paris Montgomery's hands. Jimmy Buffett was still singing in the background.
'Put down the phone and the gun,' Paris said to me.
I now held the Glock in my weak and damaged right hand. I could have tried to raise it up and call her bluff, but I couldn't have done it convincingly. I couldn't have pulled the trigger if I needed to. I weighed my options as
